Limits: love & Hate

✓SWEET TROUBLE

In the dead of night, heavy rain descends from a pitch-black sky, casting a shroud of darkness over the landscape. The downpour pelts the ground relentlessly, creating a rhythmic drumming that echoes through deserted streets. Each raindrop splashes with an ominous intensity, amplifying the sense of isolation and foreboding.

The dim glow of streetlights flickers weakly, casting long, distorted shadows that seem to dance menacingly along the slick pavement. Mist swirls around, clinging to the air like ghostly tendrils, distorting familiar shapes into eerie silhouettes. Thunder rumbles in the distance, its deep growls punctuating the steady drumming of raindrops.

Amidst this unsettling scene, the world feels suspended in a state of eerie quietude, broken only by the occasional howl of wind or creak of old branches. The darkness seems alive, enveloping everything in an unsettling embrace, leaving the imagination to conjure unseen horrors lurking just beyond the veil of rain and mist.

In the vast, dimly lit halls of the ominous mansion, an old lady sits alone in a large, high-backed chair, her silhouette barely visible against the flickering candlelight. Her face is deeply lined with age, and her eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity that seems to pierce through the shadows.

The air is heavy with the musty scent of old books and ancient wood, while outside, the rain beats relentlessly against the windows, casting distorted patterns of light and shadow across the room. The occasional rumble of thunder adds to the eerie atmosphere, echoing through the cavernous corridors like a distant warning.

The old lady's attire is as antiquated as the mansion itself, draped in layers of faded black fabric that rustles softly with her slightest movement. Her gnarled fingers clutch an ornate cane, its handle shaped like a sinister creature with eyes that glint malevolently in the dimness.

As she sits in silence, her gaze fixed on something unseen, her lips occasionally part to emit a soft, eerie chuckle that sends a shiver down the spine of anyone who dares to listen. Her presence exudes a sense of ancient wisdom intertwined with a deep, unsettling knowledge of things best left unspoken.

In this scene of haunting solitude, surrounded by the mansion's oppressive grandeur and the storm's relentless fury, the old lady becomes a mysterious figure whose secrets are profound and chiling.

I walked down the stairs to take a closer look wondering who it could be? As I closed the distance and flash the mobile light on her, my heart dropped, i frozed in disbelief, my eyes widen as I stare at the apparition before me. Chill creeping up my spine, i know....i know her.

"Gr-Grand-Grandma" my voice stuck in my throat, my voice trembled as I struggled to form coherent words,my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. My wide eyes darted around the room, seeking reassurance from anyone who might be nearby.

"How?? This can't be real....this can't be..."

"Maira...Maira....wake up" I heard someone and patting on my cheeks she speaks again "Maira...hey"

I woke up abruptly, my body drenched in a cold sweat,heart pounding against my chest as if trying to escape the nightmare that has just released it's grip on my mind 'Thanks to sulu aunty' She is my Guardian who took care of me since I was born.
I let out a gasp looking at her concerned face and smile found it's way on my lips as I wrapped my hands around her.
I'm fine, Sulu. See..." I said, releasing her and giving her my brightest smile. "I hope that’s enough to lighten your day."

She chuckled. "Surely."

I got off my bed and started stretching my body.

"Again, your grandma, right?"

"Yeah... that old lady isn't leaving me in this lifetime," I joked, pulling out my towel and clothes from the closet and heading into the bathroom.

"Your Dad's waiting for you downstairs,Be quick" I heard Sulu as I entered the bathroom.